“You spoil her,” Vic said. When Matt startedto protest, he simply held up the bags in his hand and shook them.Something jingled inside, easily snagging Sadie’s attention. Shejumped for Vic again, pulling Matt along with her.
Matt held the door for Vic. “I don’tspoil her.”
“You do,” Vic argued, heading up the stairsto their apartment. “That’s why she doesn’t listen to you. I spoilyou; you don’t listen to me.”
Matt trailed behind him. “Vic, that’s notfair. I hear everything you say.” Mentally, he added, ::Andeverything you don’t, if you want to get picky aboutit.::
“Then you heard me tell you I’m working sixhour days for a while?” Vic asked.
At first Matt didn’t reply. When Vic reachedthe landing he turned, a faint smile on his face that spread widerwhen he saw Matt’s ignoble pout. Matt glanced up, chagrinned, andtried to pout harder but couldn’t hold it for long. “I’m sure Iheard you,” Matt said, struggling not to laugh. “I just don’tremember it. That’s not the same as not listening. That’s gettingold.”
“Getting old is buying stock in Viagra,” Vicjoked. “We’re not old yet.”
Matt snickered. “Is that stuff covered byMedicare? ‘Cause if not, we’re screwed.”
“Actually…” Vic trailed off, letting Matt gethis drift.
Now his lover did laugh out loud. Heheld the door to their apartment open so Vic could enter, but itwasn’t shut two seconds before he leaned against Vic’s back, armsaround Vic’s, their bodies pressed together. Vic could feel thestart of an erection prodding his ass. Pushing out his butt, heteased, “What’s this?”
Matt’s hands clenched at Vic’s belt buckle,then dropped lower to fist in the front of his work pants. At thebulge he found there, Matt breathed into Vic’s ear, “Sadie’s notthe only spoiled pooch getting a bone tonight.”
Vic laughed. “Have I told you your pick-uplines suck?”
“I don’t have to pick you up,” Matt said.“You’re already at my house. I just have to get your clothes offand that’s never been a problem before. Unless you havesomething better than me planned for your two-hour vacationtoday?”
Vic didn’t. When Matt took a step down thehallway, Vic dropped the plastic bags he held and followed. At thedoorway to the kitchen, he set the heavy bag of dog food down, hisgaze never leaving the sexy smirk on Matt’s face. As Vic watched,Matt leaned against the far wall and shimmied out of his blueshorts—his white polo-style shirt covered his underwear, but Viccould see the front of it tent beneath a hidden erection. When Vicstarted to close the distance between them, however, Sadie’simpatient whine stopped him.
Cupping his erection, Matt laughed. “Feed thedog, mister. I’ll hold onto this until you’re done.”
“Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes,” Vicsaid.
“Two,” Matt corrected.
It didn’t take Vic long to fill the dog’sfood bowl. As she dove into her kibble, he closed the foldinglouver door that separated the kitchen from the hallway—she couldstill exit from the other side where the kitchen opened to thedining area, but it would take her a few moments to figure that outand buy him some time. The worst part about owning a dog, he’dlearned, was that she had an uncanny knack for interruptingintimate moments between himself and Matt. No sooner would theystart to get frisky than the dog would jump on the bed, wanting toshare in the attention. And if they closed the door without feedingher first? She’d scratch and whine at the door, ruining themood.
Not tonight.
In the hall, Vic stripped out of his workclothes, leaving them on the floor where they fell. Dressed only inhis boxers, he rounded the corner and could see Matt stretchedacross their bed, his shirt gone. He lay on his side, head proppedup in his hand, and gave Vic a smoldering look as his loverapproached the bedroom. Matt’s arousal seeped into Vic’s mind,warming his thoughts and piquing his own libido. In the doorway Vicpaused, one hand drifting below his waist to stroke his stiffeningcock through his boxers as he savored the sight of Matt sprawled sodecadently across their sheets. Matt’s black hair fell over hisbrow, tousled; his eyes simmered a deep green, and his flesh lookedburnished in the golden light of the lamp on the bedside table.Against his dusky skin, his white briefs seemed to glow. The frontY gapped open, straining against his still-sheathed erection. “Getover here,” he growled, patting the bed in front of him.
Crossing the room, Vic eased onto the bed tostretch out beside Matt. “Hey,” he breathed into his lover’sear.
Through their mental bond, he felt Mattshiver in delight beneath him. Their connection left no room fordoubt, no need to talk—Vic knew what Matt wanted before his lovercould even put the thoughts into words, and he rolled on top ofMatt, eager to please. He kissed the smooth skin just in front ofMatt’s ear, then gingerly took the earlobe between his teeth. Theguttural moan that escaped Matt’s throat teased along Vic’s spine.“God,” Matt sighed.
Vic rolled onto him, pressing Matt backagainst the bed to pin him to the bed as they kissed. The front ofVic’s boxers snapped open beneath the heavy weight of his cock andMatt took the hard length in his hand, massaging from tip to base.Vic’s mouth covered Matt’s, demanding, his tongue insistent as itparted Matt’s lips to slip between them. With his free hand, Mattmanaged to free his dick from the confines of his briefs. When thedamp tip of Matt’s cock brushed along Vic’s own length, Vic wentfrom mildly interested to Sweet Jesus, yes! in two secondsflat.
Taking both dicks in hand, Matt held themtogether and thrust his hips up at Vic. Eagerly, Vic pulled downone side of his boxers, raising his knee to slip off the underwear.“Fuck me,” he sighed, resting his leg alongside Matt’s thigh togrant his lover access. When Matt didn’t move fast enough, Vicgrabbed his hand and guided it to the cleft between his buttocks,muscles clenching as if to draw Matt’s fingers into his ass. “God,Matty, what are you waiting for?”
A wicked smile flickered across Matt’s face.“I was just thinking…”
“Now?” Vic cried.
Matt’s eyes glistened mischievously. “Let’sgo down to Double T’s
